User blog comment:Rawfan56/Of Corsairs and Pirates/@comment-1222705-20110305173440

Lock smiles as he draws his barbed arrow from the yellowfin "Sounds beautiful. Gallil and I simply came from a large island, with the rest of my Brood, or Clan, whatever you want to call it, which was nothing special" he sets the arrow aside as he starts to gut his fish "Your eyes, Sam, they seem to change color sometimes. Why is that?"